Chapter 79 Depravity "I want to sleep with you right now!"
Lan Jia interrupted coldly: "You see, my wishes will always be insignificant to you."
"Nothing is more important than your body."
She retorted, "Nothing is more important than my feelings."
"So you still have to leave." He said coldly.
"Can't I just do what I want to do?"
Meng Cenjun hugged her even tighter: "This means you're going to give me up, right?"
Lan Jia instinctively avoided the topic, began to struggle, and said in a tearful voice, "I want to go back!"
He was equally firm: "If you go back, they will all take you away, and I will never see you again."
"Lan Jia, everything I've done is just to be with you."
"But I don't want to be with you anymore!" she said defiantly.
Meng Cenjun froze for a moment, perhaps thinking of the words she had said to him during their argument that day.
She doesn't love him.
No matter how much he tried to confirm or plead with her, she still didn't love him.
Every time she reminded him, it was like a piercing pain in her heart.
Lan Jia fell silent, panting and fuming.
After a while, the two hands on my waist loosened, and the weight on my body disappeared.
Meng Cenjun left the bathroom, saying, "I'll have Aunt Zhou come and give you a bath."
When Lan Jia heard the door close, tears streamed down her face.
She was trapped here by him again.
After giving her a bath, Zhou Ma also treated her hair and skin.
She sat there, letting Zhou Ma pull her arm and apply some unscented lotion.
Lan Jia suddenly asked her, "Do I look ugly or scary right now?"
She was about to answer when she added, "You have to tell the truth."
Aunt Zhou looked her over carefully for a while and smiled, "You're still beautiful. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as Miss. You're just a little too thin, but it's okay." She lovingly touched her face, "Take good care of yourself for a while, and I'll make you some delicious food to help you recover."
Lan Jia remained silent.
Zhou Ma knew nothing about it. Her only duty was to take care of her, or to follow Meng Cenjun's orders, keep an eye on her, and protect her from leaving the Park Hyatt Golden Summit.
Although she was still upset about what the passersby at the hospital had said, she didn't want to take it out on Zhou Ma.
After all, she was genuinely good to her.
But she was still angry. She was angry that the problem couldn't be solved, angry that she couldn't communicate with him, and angry that he ignored her feelings.
After reaching the breaking point of that unbearable breakdown, Lan Jia really wanted to vent her frustrations.
So she set her sights on Meng Cenjun.
Although the two had a few words exchanged, it didn't escalate to the point of needing to separate rooms.
Meng Cenjun was thinking about reading to her before bed. After washing up in another bathroom, he returned to the master bedroom.
Only two beige bedside lamps were lit, and a small mound of dirt was raised in the quilt.
She usually doesn't sleep at this time.
The only possibility is that she is still angry with him.
Meng Cenjun got into bed, placed a hand on her shoulder, and softly called her, "Lan Jia."
She remained motionless and unresponsive.
I wanted to talk to her, but seeing the situation, I had to give up.
Meng Cenjun leaned over, kissed her forehead, turned off the light, and lay down.
Suddenly the room went dark, and two hands reached out and forcefully tore at his clothes.
Meng Cenjun swiftly grabbed her wrist: "What are you doing?"
Lan Jia ignored him and continued to try to rip off his clothes. Unable to move her hands, she could only bite his buttons in frustration. In the chaos, she straddled his waist and abdomen, writhing around him like an octopus.
She bit him, but the buttons on her pajamas were very tight, and they wouldn't come off no matter how many times she bit them. Meng Cenjun was afraid she would break her teeth, so he pushed her shoulder with one hand to stop her and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you're doing?"
Lan Jia was pushed away by him, which fueled her anger even more. She snorted resentfully and pressed down hard, biting his collarbone.
In the darkness, Meng Cenjun also let out a muffled groan: "Lan Jia, stop... let's talk."
"Who wants to talk to you? You only think of talking to me now? Are you even willing to listen to what I have to say?"
"Then tell me, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell? I want to sleep with you! I want to sleep with you right now!"
The more he held onto something, the more she wanted to destroy it. Since he wanted to control her from a superior position, she would completely crush him in that way.
Meng Cenjun frowned: "Lan Jia, don't always say things like that. You know you're still sick."
Lan Jia sensitively asked, "You also think I'm sick, don't you? You think I'm crazy like those other people? You think I'm irrational?"
He felt bad after hearing this: "I'm worried about your health; now is not the best time."
"It's none of your business!" she yelled, grabbing his collar. "I say when, and that's when!"
"You've already locked me up here, and now you won't even grant me this small request?"
How could you be so selfish?
Meng Cenjun remained silent.
Lan Jia hit him, sobbing and crying, "I hate you! I hate you!"
He let her vent, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "I hope you've really thought it through."
Lan Jia was stunned. Meng Cenjun had already reached out to turn on the light and picked her up.
She knelt on the bed, listening to him pull open a drawer, as if he were rummaging through something.
I received it, opened the package, and handed it to her.
Lan Jia pulled out what it was and asked him blankly, "How do you have something like this?"
"You bought this for me the first time I came here."
She forgot.
The two of them suddenly started talking so seriously and formally that Lan Jia felt her ears getting hot and her speech became unnatural.
"Did I buy the right one?" It seems she picked the largest size at the time.
Meng Cenjun said, "I don't know, I haven't tried it."
You sound like you're resistant.
"To be honest, I hadn't planned on this at this time." He has always disapproved of premarital sex, believing it would be bad for her.
But Lan Jia heard it as a sign that he was unwilling, and she was immediately disappointed.
The atmosphere cooled down, and the two sat silently facing each other for a while.
So, do you want to do it with me or not?
After Lan Jia and he finished speaking in unison, they were both stunned.
How did things turn out so strangely? All the anger and reckless courage I felt earlier have vanished without a trace.
He said there was no need to force it.
He really didn't want to.
With her initial arrogance gone, Lan Jia suddenly felt weak and aggrieved, her eyes reddening in silence, and her nose tingling with soreness.
Suddenly, a warm kiss landed on her, wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of her eye.
A large hand also wrapped around her lower back, pulling her closer to his embrace.
Lan Jia could feel his lips moving around, kissing her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her lips.
He kept nuzzling against her neck before she heard him whisper, "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have left this thing behind."
A tingling, numb sensation swept over her, and her rationality began to crumble; she could only respond with muffled sounds.
After kissing for a while, he was panting, but still maintained a sliver of rationality: "Have you thought it through? I need you to tell me."
Lan Jia didn't speak, but proved it with her actions.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pounced on him forcefully. The two embraced and fell into a deep, tranquil sea of dark green.
It was very hot, like being scorched by a raging fire, so hot that it was almost suffocating.
Before we knew it, everything seemed to have turned upside down.
At first, she only wanted to treat him with an impulse that was almost like punishment.
Since he valued her chastity so much, she decided to defile him in the way he found most unacceptable.
But later, everything went into chaos.
Her mind was in turmoil, her heart was in turmoil, she couldn't understand how she had ended up embracing him like lovers, how she had been so powerless to resist being pinned down by him.
A surge of emotion.
She had lost the will to think about it anymore.
In the final moments, Meng Cenjun kissed her ear, his face dripping with sweat: "Lan Jia, I have regular check-ups, so don't worry."
She responded with a mumble, perhaps not even hearing what he was saying, and immediately sealed the kiss with an urgent one.
Time passed slowly, and the gray light of dawn gradually appeared outside the window.
Lan Jia never imagined that someone who used to seem detached from worldly desires could be so assertive in this regard.
She kept crying for the rest of the time, perhaps because of her vulnerability when she was closest to happiness, or perhaps because she felt that things had become a mess because of her momentary willfulness.
Her heart wavered for him, but reason kept despising and rejecting her.
How could she surrender to him so easily?
Later, no matter how Meng Cenjun kissed her, coaxed her, or made her teeter on the brink of collapse... she always clenched her teeth and refused to say those three words to him.
Her last shred of self-respect prevented her from admitting that she loved him.
Lan Jia cried until she was exhausted, and she vaguely remembered how she fell asleep.
In her hazy state, she only felt a hand reach out and touch her breast.
She trembled slightly, thinking he was about to…
But he simply pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back: "Go to sleep."
Lan Jia closed her eyes wearily and quickly fell asleep.
At such close proximity, Meng Cenjun listened quietly to her breathing, feeling an unprecedented sense of peace.
Perhaps tonight's events were a mistake from the start, but driven by selfishness, he did what he most wanted to do at the most inopportune time.
Lanca doesn't love him.
It doesn't matter.
At least the person lying next to her now is not someone else.
At least, it was him she wanted.
Meng Cenjun kissed her eyes tenderly and murmured softly, "When will you finally get better?"
On an autumn morning, gentle sunlight filters through the thin curtains, gradually illuminating the cluttered room.
Two crumpled pillows were carelessly tossed on the carpet. A light-colored silk nightgown, with a torn corner, lay pitifully limp under the bed. A small box on the counter was almost half-used. The used tissues in the trash can still had a faint pink tinge, perhaps slightly damaged as well.
Lanca woke up with her head on his arm because she realized it was dawn.
For days, she had lost all sense of day and night, and it was as if a ray of light had suddenly shone into her pitch-black world.
She blinked, and a blurry outline appeared in front of her, like a person with severe myopia taking off their glasses to see.
Lan Jia's heart pounded wildly. She blinked again and finally saw that it was Meng Cenjun.
He was still asleep, his long eyelashes draped under his eyes, and the faint blue circles around them were very obvious, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
He lost weight, his body fat decreased, and his features became clearer and sharper. Fortunately, his bone structure is well-defined, so even if he loses more weight, he won't look too different.
Lan Jia stared at him absentmindedly, feeling a sour, swollen sensation all over her body.
He stirred, as if he was about to wake up.
She tensed up again and instinctively closed her eyes tightly.
For some reason, she didn't want to tell him the good news right away.
Author's Note: My habits: Gentle—Strong—Gentle [Milk Tea]
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